cut my wrist and flow my blood

As I slide the blade across my wrist
I seem to make a fist.
My mind is blown
I only do it because i'm alone
Life used to be so simple
With out the smallest worrie as a pimple
But now it's just so much more complex
The blade oh so thin
The sadness pours out from within'
A shiney tear trickles down my cheak
This is what I do..
I am truly weak.
I am lost within'
A sad child
With out a grin.
I used to be so happy.
Now life just seems so crappie.
You were the only thing draging me down.
Every night I pulled out the razor,
It was like another go-round.
I couldn't seem to stop..
Chop after chop.
Came more blood.
The more the merrier..
Yet soon one night..
I lay there in a flood of blood.
Swerling around me like a swampy lake.
I am dead.
And theres nothing you can do about it
..